Three Friends are Enough

I’ve lived a long time. Built systems. Raised capital. Laughed at the wrong moments and cried when nobody saw. And through it all, I’ve never needed more than three real friends.
Three is enough.
Enough to hold me accountable.
Enough to carry truth when I’m too tired to lift it myself.
Enough to remind me who I am when I forget.
Now I watch the tech titans build artificial companions. They promise connection—polished, tireless, predictive. But something’s off.
People with three true friends don’t fall for it.
We know what it takes to be loved by a human being.
We’ve earned affection that doesn’t blink out when the server resets.
AI might be many things. Helpful. Impressive. Clever.
But it will never cry with you after a funeral.
It will never call your bullshit because it knows your patterns and still loves you anyway.
I’ll take my three.
And that will always be enough.